Chapter 239

That's all it’s been, but to me, it feels like four years. This house is too quiet without them, the silence is deafening, and I feel like I’m drowning slowly. My phone suddenly rings, and I jump and snatch it off the coffee table—an unknown number. I press the green button and answer it hurriedly, my heart pounding. “Hello?”

“Good Morning Mr Hoult. I’m calling from the Chatham police station.” My heart rate accelerates. Oh, God. “We need you to come down to the station immediately. We found a baby, and we believe it may be your daughter.” The man on the other end says, and I feel a flood of relief wash over me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice barely an octave over a whisper.

“Yes, sir, there's a note here to call you. If you could make your way down to the station, and you can identify the baby.”

I stand up and nod, “Oh my God, I’ll be right there.” I grab my keys and run out the door. I stop when I see photographers at the gate. They start shouting and